Waiting
for whom? For illegal alien invaders of our country, brought here
by the Boosh treason gang? My guess is no, because no illegal alien
is incarcerated there, despite overwhelming provocations like enormous
numbers. There are only two kinds of people in this country: illegal
aliens and legal residents. If the camps are not meant for illegal
aliens, they are meant for us. One reason – preeminent among many
– could be a national epidemic.

A
new “terrorist attack,” or a national quarantine could be the best
“temporary” use for those camps. How would you get there? You would
get there by bus, supplied by the kindly federal government, which
would also help “solve” the “problem” of the guns. The Boosh treason
gang knows as much about the guns as I do. More. They know the militia
will not give them up. So, when the bus comes down the streets, would
the militia fall for this?

“We’re
not asking you to give up your guns, as we did in New Orleans. That
lawyer, the one we saw on television promising that, if we came for
his guns, somebody would die, scared us. The little, old lady the
SWATster from California disarmed, was a public relations disaster.
So, no, we certainly won’t take your guns. We don’t believe in that.
Taking your guns would violate the Second Amendment. Just get on the
bus. Leave your guns right where they are, in your gun cabinets. Be
reasonable. The bus will be full of women and children. In such cramped
conditions your guns could endanger them. The guns will be where you
leave them when you come home.”

Would
the militia fall for that? It sounds so “reasonable.” It would sound
even more “reasonable,” if a preacher from the totalitarian “religious
right” were there to plead with you to be “reasonable.” Do you really
want to be a sorehead? Indeed, would the militia get on the bus at
all, with or without arms? Or would the abolition of the government
start at the curb? When the bus arrives, would it be too late? Or
would the bus find no one home?

Which
logically raises the forbidding question of how the militia would
fight such fearsome weapons? Remember, I am writing under the protection
of the President of the United States. I advocate nothing. I am simply
speculating, wondering, which is certainly “reasonable” to do in the
present situation. What would a galvanized militia do?

Tradition
would pick a leader, organize and recruit, thinking that the new organization
would grow quickly and do what is required. Sadly, that would probably
be the worst action to take. During a century and more of activity,
the conspiracy for world government has become quite adept at the
art of infiltration. It infiltrates any and every organization that
is or could become influential.

Indeed,
before long the ringer the conspirators send to infiltrate the new
patriot organization would be running it. How? Simply because the
infiltrator would be the best member. He would be the man you always
call on. He would do the dirty jobs, the jobs no one else will do.
He would come early and stay late.

Other
members of the group would be proud of him. “Good old Charlie. He’s
the heart and soul of the group.” Soon, the group would be perverted,
implementing a goal completely different from the one the founder
proclaimed. The organization would be working against itself, useless.
Remember the priceless New Yorker cartoon? It shows a dark, smoky
opium den, in which half a dozen men hold guns on each other. The
caption says, “You mean, we’re all Treasury agents?”

Any
leader that emerges would be bribed, co-opted, blackmailed or killed.
Hasn’t this happened again and again? You don’t need to guess about
it. I have named some of the fallen in previous pieces. So, my speculation
is that, when the feces hit the fan, the militia would choose different
methods. What would they do? If organization and leaders wouldn’t
work, what would? How can you win a battle without them?

My
guess is that first they would read Anabasis by Xenophon, a historian
who wrote some four hundred years before Jesus. Anabasis is the story
of some ten thousand Greeks, betrayed and stranded on the Anatolian
plateau, in what is now Turkey, who had to fight their way through
hundreds of miles and numberless Persian enemies, from ancient Babylon,
near modern Baghdad, to the Black Sea and home.

Their
general, Clearchus, invited to a “peace conference” was captured and
killed. They had no leader. Yet, the ten thousand beat the Persians,
who outnumbered them by a factor too high to multiply. How? Xenophon,
who was one of them, relates that when the leader in a Persian unit
was killed, the unit would disintegrate. When a Greek commander was
killed, the next man in line became the leader. Every Greek was a
general. One of the most thrilling scenes in all literature comes
when the head of the column arrives and the others hear them shouting,
“The sea! The sea!”

How
does this apply here and now? Remember, a military man really should
be writing this. I am what George Wallace used to call a “pointy-head”
– you can actually see the point on my head – not a military man,
but I am writing it because I haven’t found a military man who is.
Remember also that I write under the protection and with the authority
of the President of the United States.

My
speculation is that when the conspiracy for world government finally
does come all the way out into the open, when it tries to nail the
dictatorship down by imposing martial law, the militia would employ
a tactic the military men in the Nam used to call “target of opportunity,”
in a species of guerrilla warfare. There would be nothing to infiltrate;
no address, no headquarters, no membership records to seize. There
would be no leaders to execute. Every man would be a general, or,
as one of my readers has suggested, a fish in the sea, a fish with
teeth, a sea teeming with piranha.

The
militia would strike from the shadows and be gone before the world
government Nazis could respond. Wouldn’t that get nasty? Mercy sakes,
yes, it would get nasty, nasty beyond the imagination of most Americans
to conceive. It would get nasty because the conspiracy for world government
is trying to impose a dictatorship and has already killed tens of
millions around the world for the purpose in the most horrifying ways.
They treat our own military men like dirt. If they were to obey the
Constitution, my guess is that none of this would happen, but did
you really think they would just put down their brain fryers and walk
away?

What
would the militia do? First, pray that nothing happens to the President.
Yes, Boosh is a traitor, but remember that his successor would be
Darth Cheney, who could be his control. Yes, Soviet agent Heinz Kissinger
is a traitor, but the militia would probably not run into him and
the same with traitor David Rockefeller who actually confesses in
his autobiography that he is “part of a secret cabal working against
the best interests of the United States.”

They
are protected by layers of security. Of course, they could accidentally
become “targets of opportunity.” Pray that they don’t. Honestly, I
would hate to hear that treasonous scumbag Herr Kissinger or David
Rockefeller’s entourage turned the wrong corner and were obliterated
by a superannuated 82nd Airborne unit (“Death From the Sky”) in a
bloody cross fire that left their greasy body parts hanging on a fence.

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When
and if – God forbid! – this thing starts to happen, how will you know
it is genuine, or phony? You will certainly know it is phony if it
kills large numbers of innocent bystanders, who just happen to be
present. That kind of thing is the telltale signature of governments
conducting Communist terror to intimidate populations, like the bombings
presently perpetrated in the Middle East. What we are speculating
about here, on the contrary, would regrettably target the individual
guilty perpetrators of world government crimes.

Who
would they be? Some genius has said that all politics are local. The
conspiracy for world government has a big Achilles heel. Somebody
has to enforce the myriad dictatorial controls the conspiracy has
imposed. Some of those controls are installed by local governments
inspired by federal bribes. That is how the District of Criminals
nationalized the local police.

Others
are administered by locally-based federal employees. They range from
the construction of your commode to the new, mandatory light bulb
loaded with extremely toxic mercury; from banning political signs
for the “wrong’ candidate on your own property to prison for a cancer
victim who uses marijuana prescribed by his physician for pain, to
the use of “federal” land, and on and on and on.

The
totalitarian insults are endless. Yes, the militia could reach the
monsters at the top only with the greatest difficulty, only by accident
that creates a “target of opportunity.” But the pimps who must impose
the metastasizing dictatorship – and are essential to it – are easy
to reach. The militia knows who they are, where they are, even where
they live.

They
could even live next door. Sadly, they have made themselves progressively
obnoxious. They strut and preen about their new power. They can’t
be fired and make more money and benefits than you do. They think
they are the new Lords of Creation. As you read this paragraph, each
of you sees their exulting faces in mind’s eye. What would happen
if one by one they disappear? Would not their ranks be roiled by panic?
Remember that the dictatorship could not work without them. Would
they start to call in sick?

What
could such a tactic accomplish? Remember Alexander Solzhenitsyn? His
Gulag Archipelago introduced a new word to our language. Because the
Party line at the time called for constant reminders of the horrors
of the Soviet system, he was a media darling here for a few years
– until the famous speech at Harvard in which he denounced the spiritual
collapse of the West and said that like his own people we have forgotten
God. Our Communist media dropped him like a rock. He has been back
in Russia for many years. Today, few Americans have ever heard of
him.

Solzhenitsyn
says this: “And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would
things have been like if every Security operative, when he went out
at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return
alive and had to say goodbye to his family? Or if, during periods
of mass arrests . . . people had not simply sat there in their lairs,
paling with terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every
step on the staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to
lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs hall an ambush of half
a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers or whatever else was at
hand? . . . And you could be sure ahead of time that you would be
cracking the skull of a cutthroat. Or what about the Black Maria sitting
out there on the street with one lonely chauffeur – what if it had
been driven off or its tires spiked? The Organs would very quickly
have suffered a shortage of officers and transport and . . . the cursed
machine would have ground to a halt!”

Solzhenitsyn
concludes: “If . . . if . . . We didn’t love freedom enough. And even
more – we had no awareness of the real situation. . . . [W]e hurried
to submit. We submitted with pleasure! . . . We purely and simply
deserved everything that happened afterward.” Are we aware of the
real situation? Do we love freedom enough? If not, we shall deserve
everything the conspiracy for world government is preparing to do.
Like Solzhenitsyn, you would have plenty of time to discuss it in
the Halliburton camps.

There
is another Achilles Heel. Yes, it is perfectly true that the psychos
have weapons that would make most private arms look like sling shots.
But precisely because those weapons are so sophisticated, they are
run by computers. And the Freedom Forces have the nerds who run the
computers, and who know that defeat would mean the loss of their internet
freedoms. That is why Dr. No enjoys almost universal nerd support.
And they can hack into anything! I speculate that when the fit hits
the shan the nerds could bring the system down. What would that do
to the psychos’ weapons? The plethora of history and economics majors
in the Dr. Paul ranks can easily be explained. He is the only candidate
who knows what they are talking about.

Remember,
I do not advocate anything. I don’t do anything. Because I’m so decrepit
I don’t know anyone who does. I’m too decrepit to hit a face with
a pie. I’m simply speculating about what could happen, based on where
we are now, combined with the scary feedback I am still receiving
from the militia. The only thing I advocate is complete, docile obedience
to law, in the true spirit of Romans 13 and the teachings of the President
of the United States.

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Which
recalls the fact that fears for my own safety are now arriving. Regular
readers warn I could be killed myself. I do not believe it. Why would
anyone take the risk of rubbing out a man as meek, as mild and inoffensive,
as your doddering correspondent? But just in case these warnings have
substance, may I publicly suggest that I have earned the services
of a professional who will commit to do a thorough job. My innumerable
warrior grandma fans around the world would be very disturbed were
an amateur merely to mess up my good looks. There is also the fact
that these grandmas are already riled up. Believe me; you don’t want
to make them any madder. For part one click below.

Alan
Stang was one of Mike Wallace’s original writers at Channel 13 in New
York, where he wrote some of the scripts that sent Mike to CBS. Stang
has been a radio talk show host himself. In Los Angeles, he went head
to head nightly with Larry King, and, according to Arbitron, had almost
twice as many listeners. He has been a foreign correspondent. He has written
hundreds of feature magazine articles in national magazines and some fifteen
books, for which he has won many awards, including a citation from the
Pennsylvania House of Representatives for journalistic excellence. One
of Stang’s exposés stopped a criminal attempt to seize control of New
Mexico, where a gang seized a court house, held a judge hostage and killed
a deputy. The scheme was close to success before Stang intervened. Another
Stang exposé inspired major reforms in federal labor legislation.

His first book,
It’s Very Simple: The True Story of Civil Rights, was an instant best-seller.
His first novel, The Highest Virtue, set in the Russian Revolution, won
smashing reviews and five stars, top rating, from the West Coast Review
of Books, which gave five stars in only one per cent of its reviews.

Stang has lectured
in every American state and around the world and has guested on many top
shows, including CNN’s Cross Fire. Because he and his wife had the most
kids in Santo Domingo, the Dominican Republic, where they lived at the
time, the entire family was chosen to be actors in “Havana,” directed
by Sydney Pollack and starring Robert Redford, the most expensive movie
ever made (at the time). Alan Stang is the man in the ridiculous Harry
Truman shirt with the pasted-down hair. He says they made him do it.